"This is it?" Mercy said, a hint of disappointment in her tone. "This is it," I confirmed, rechecking the number of the apartment. I was just as surprised as my fiery friend. The coordinates had led us to an apartment on the outskirts of Gotham. It was one of the older, less kid-friendly neighborhoods with constant police patrols. Not exactly the mission I had been expecting. Even más odd, the other squads weren't anywhere near us. "Should we knock?" Mercy asked. I shrugged and rapped my fist against the door. It swung open under the slight pressure. We exchanged glances. I slipped my dagger into my hand and Mercy slowly pushed the door open, sparks dancing through her fingers. The entryway led straight into the living room. It was dark and musty and eperlano off tobacco. We entered cautiously, Mercy leading, me watching our 6. There was a shabby sofa, a side table, and a small tv. The side cocina reckon wreck. Dishes were pilled high in the sink; mountains of empty pizza boxes covered the counters; leftovers were cloaked por green-gray, fuzzy mold. The smell was horrendous. siguiente we checked the two bedrooms. I took the first while Mercy went to check the second. I braced myself for another poisonous smell to attack my nostrils, but none came. The twin cama pushed against one muro was unmade, sheets and blankets tossed aside; the floor was spotted por indevidual artículos of clothing. It reminded me of a college boy's dorm. The bathroom in the hall wasn't too bad, either. Sure, it needed a good spray down with Lysol disinfectant and there were wet towels on the floor, but there weren't any eyeballs floating in the sink. I sighed, trying not to feel disappointed I hadn't found any bombs that needed defusing. "Sil," Mercy called from the segundo bedroom across the hall, "I found something." I hoped I hadn't jinxed it and would now find a nuclear time-bomb set for 30 seconds. I stepped into the bedroom to find something much worse. The white walls were splattered with red. Not a soft rose red, o a solid brick red, but a wet, dripping blood red. A broken picture frame lay on the floor, broken glass spread across the floor. The body of a man lay in a thick puddle of the red goo siguiente to the bed. He couldnt have been más than 30. His dark hair matched the half shaved stumble on his chin. Fully dressed in a suit, he may have been leaving for work when his life had been taken. His vacant eyes stared up at the ceiling. Mercy was kneeling siguiente to the body, carefully keeping out of the blood pool. I tenderly picked the frame off the floor. más glass fell to the floor as they were shaken from their place. I turned it over, and found myself staring at a blood soaked picture of a family. It was the dead man, unmistakably, and a woman who craddled a toddler. "On shot to the chest, a segundo to the head," Mercy observed, standing. "Execution style," we dicho in unison. "Let's call it in," Mercy suggested, pressing her comm to her ear. "Wait," I said, running my eyes over the red streaks decorating the wall. "There's way too much blood for one man. Especially if he was only shot twice." "Where'd the rest come from?" She finished for me. We both became on high alert, Mercy's hands now in full blaze, my dagger steady in my hand. The crunch of glass made us turn. Crouched on the ground, was a cloaked man. He stared at us, and his eyes, the only part of his body not covered, were wide. I blinked in confusion, then looked up. On the ceiling was a smear of blood, as if something covered in the fluid had hung their. o someone. "Shit," the man said. He ran at us. Mercy launched a fireball and, in his mad dash, he barely evaded its path, and almost came face to face with my dagger. To fast to somprehend, he sprinted passed us and leapt out the window, shattering glass onto the calle below. "Call for back-up," I said, running to the window. "Where the hell are tu going?" Mercy asked. "To get our witness." Before she could argue, I leapt out the window and onto the lower roof. I rolled to lesson the shock of the plummet and sprinted after the cloaked man.

"...our witness."

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66Dragons Oh shit. This is getting good. I'll stay if and ONLY if you publish more NOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!

"Stop." Nightwing said, sipping from his wine. "You act like youve never been in a restaurant like this before."

"Amigo!" Jaimie said. "I've never been in anything this formal since my great aunt's wedding when I was a kid!"

Nightwing grinned and thanked the waitress as she handed them their food.

Blue Beetle (as Jaimie) and Nightwing (as a guy in a suit with dark sunglasses) were sitting in an elaborate restaurant. The música was a soft orchestral tone, the tablecloths were white, everyone was either in a suit o a dress....

After my hand was wrapped, Corey was actuación like himself again, and the bikes were fixed, we were getting ready to leave. Hastily, I loaded what darts I could find into my last remaining gun and also into my utility belt. Blade opened the door to outside, “Shall we go?” He gestured his hand toward the door. “We shall!” Corey replied, and marched like a soldier toward the door, but changed course at the last segundo and walked straight through the muro to outside. “Doors are for wimps!” He shouted back at us. I just shook my head and laughed, and then walked out the door with Blade...

Okay, I'm having one of those moments again. The kind where I get all depressed about Mercy becoming evil (because I really didn't want her to!) and about how there are WAY to many OC's! Not pointing fingers at anyone, because I'm doing it too, but seriously! If tu want to make an OC, could tu PLEASE just write an articulo about them first? We need some idea about them first! That's why I won't be RP-ing at all until I can actually WRITE a story for Casey! I suggest a lot of tu guys do that, saying that some people don't even put up a bio for their character! One más point, PLEASE refrain...

I stood on the ledge,You watched stand upon,You called to me,Distressed and crying now,You told "You're the one,I promise this to Ye."

You knew i would not believe,For I had read the minds,Of all the living and the dead,Mermories all kinds.I found tu there, Laying in cama in one,You practiced all tu lines,I know tu cheated on me,With girl's I cant pronounce.

In a past time i'm sure,You cant remember all tu did,Your life has been a blur.You lied to my face and said,"Their Memories are false,I know i was neve in that bed."

I snap down to you,"I know your lyign now."You thought i had learned and...

“It's funny how her moods can change so quickly,” Billy commented, petting Becca's head.“What do tu mean?”“Look at her! She went from sleepy, to scared, to energetic, to cuddly. Becca is just too funny.”“That's why she can't have any sugar. Her moods change rapidly. And Bats doesn't want her having an emotional meltdown.”“Makes sense.”“I can hear you,” Becca said.“We know! But...

The fuego raged. Nightwing watched as a tower crumbled. He grabbed another girl and dragged her off the school yards. He turned back and got a kick to the face. Blue Beetle ran over and helped him stand again.

"Hello, Nightwing,darling." the woman said. "Remember me?"

"Too well." Nightwing said, wiping the blood from his mouth as the rain continued to pour down.

"You need help, hombre?" Beetle asked.

"I'm fine." Nightwing said. "Get the girl to the hospital with Mal. And raise a line to Revenge. Tell him to get out. Now!"

Beetle nodded and ran off. Nightwing turned back to his adversary. Formerly...

Never Alone part III- StolenSilverWings looked up from the el maletero, tronco she was currently inspecting. Like all the other boxes she had seen so far, it was full of illegal products: pirated DVDs, marijuana, Cuban cigars. She had even found a case of handguns."Find anything?" she asked Thirteen, who was exploring through the other half of the crates."No," he sounded frustrated. "Just an abandoned warehouse full of prohibited goods. Want me to call it in?" Ever the do-gooder, Thirteen already had his phone out to call the police and reportar the illegal activity."After I check out one last thing." Silverwings...

Under the bright sky of the morning, we played a game of cat and mouse. He was fast, I had to give him that. He managed to keep ahead of me, easily jumping the gaps between the buildings. He was just as much as a calle rata as I was: hoping from one roof to the next, choosing ones that wouldn't be difficult to conquer unless they took tu por surprise; occasionally picking a lower platform in hopes of faltering my step, not too low as he would take time to rid himself of the shock; planning his coarse, though ready to change it at a moment's notice. Despite his skill,...

Name: charlotte Valerie HaleOccupation: Hero/student (just like Shadow)Hero name: (Doesn't have one)Age: 16Personality: Sweet and caring but is very serious about friendships and other relationships. Plus she has very strong emotions.Appearance: Grey eyes, straight long blonde hair, and is tall and willowy.Civvies: White t-shirt, jean short-skirt, black stockings and skate-shoes.Hero costume: Black body-suit, Dark blue cape with capucha, campana and blue gloves and blue ankle boots and metal bracelets on both of her wrists.Powers: She has a strong telepathic mind and has the power of telekinesis. They...

Zeus sat in his chair across from Volt and Fang. "It looks like he's holding her in Hades." "Do tu think tu cou-" Zeus stopped Volt in mid-sentence. "That is a journey tu must take. If I did release her, she would not be able to return to the mortal world." "Can tu help in any way?" "There are three pearls in the United States. Hermes will help tu from here." Zeus pointed towards Hermes standing siguiente to a table. "Alright. You'll probably need this." He handed Volt a map. "This will give tu the locations of all the pearls, then the entrance to Hades. tu might need this too." He...

Age: 1000 years old, but appears to look like a seventeen año old guy.

Powers/Abilities: He's a ninja.....who can teleport and also can summon a shadow army of minions. He is very quick and loves fighting with swords, and the occasional gun. He also is immortal, as to why he is 1000 years old.

History: He has a twin brother who is good, named Ice Cap. (His bio will come later o in my new fanfic) Josh vowed to be evil in order to get back at his brother and will crush anyone in his way. The Justice League has aided his brother before, so Josh has decided that any Justice League member is on his enemy list.

That's about it.....let me know what tu think! Also, I would amor if any of tu added this bad guy to your fanfics. :) Thank you!

Powers: Cat like abilities, with retractable claws, control over water, fire, ice, earth, and air. can become the elements. ability to fly with black aura around her body, invanerability and super stregnth.

note:she was a scienence experiment gone wrong, short temper. SHe loves to play around though, and is serious when needed be.She has a serious tone of voice like Kaldur, and is mutually fond of Kaldur. WHo is the same back. but he wont mostrar it. SHe likes to flirt, even when she doenst notice it.

I walked out of the ice cream parlor, carrying a double scooped vanilla waffle cone with chocolate syrup and extra nuts. I sat in an empty bench and began to watch the everyday lives of regular estrella City citizens. Of course I wasn't am everyday citizen. I looked like a pretty normal teenager about 17 years old. But if anyone touched my skin it would feel ice cold.

If they tried to feel for a pulse, there wouldn't be one.

If I got cut I wouldn't bleed.

If they asked me my name, I wouldn't know it.

I was dead.

Simple as that.

While I was enjoying my ice cream a young man about 20 looking sat next...